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Back to a favourite of mine… written about a true character (represented by 'Katy Lean' here) a wonderful young singer/songwriter who I thought was the next Joni Mitchell… she was, to my thinking, really that good.8-)

I watched from afar, mainly by accidental meetings and hear-words, as she spriralled far too easily into drink and drugs and a series of big, tattooed, 'Hells Angel' and suchlike men… all seemingly friendly, affable people from what I could tell… but hardly conducive to bringing out and nuturing the 'Katy' that I had found so many years ago.:-(

Now? If I could go back? Well, for such a slight thing she had a powerful and strong personality so I doubt that she would have listened… but I would have tried to manage her career, find the people, put her her in a place where she could be properly seen and heard… but as I say in the song… 'But even at seventeen the seeds of doubt were sown… for her the needle made its point too easily':-/

Just me and a guitar… but that's the way I like it with this one… and it makes one of my albums.:-)

http://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=6387653
Click the ,ink above for an automatic play. 🙂

Dai.

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[b]Songbird[/b]

The first time I met Katy Lean she was seventeen years old
She played guitar in a café bar down on Ellis Street
Her first song drew me in, by the second I was sold
I could tell she was bound for the moon and stars

She could sing anything but most she sung her own
She sang a kaleidoscope of poetry
But even at seventeen the seeds of doubt were sown
For her the needle made its point too easily

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She could have been a nightingale, a songbird for the world
And I?d have climbed a mountain high to see her flag unfurled
But it?s over now, done, dusted and gone
But it?s over now

I remember seeing Katy Lean in a front bar pick up band
Struggling to recall the words to the Piano Man
It seems to me she didn?t care, perhaps she could not understand
Why I grieved for what could have been or should have been

By then she was thirty two with three daughters and a son
And a handsome tattooed man, number sixty three
Her old songs tucked up inside her head but rarely sung,
Put aside for rainy days and private dreams

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She could have been a nightingale, a songbird for the world
And I?d have climbed a mountain high to see her flag unfurled
But it?s over now, done, dusted and gone
But it?s over now

The last time I saw Katy Lean she was shining like a star
Singing like a cherubim down on Ellis Street
She had found a quiet grace that flowed through her guitar
And her peaceful easy feeling told me she was clean

Then the other day I heard that Katy Lean was gone
Something other than dreams had burst inside her head
She had reached the moon and stars at the age of forty one
Taking her songs to sing for eternity

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She could have been a nightingale, a songbird for the world
And I?d have climbed a mountain high to see her flag unfurled
But it?s over now, done, dusted and gone
But it?s over now

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